Su Luo then saw him pick up the pot of boiling tea and pour it onto the wooden floor.
It was as if there was a hole under the wooden floor, the tea quickly seeping into it. Holding her breath and concentrating, Su Luo seemed to hear a faint sound of inhalation.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, could it be that there was no back door here at all, just a small hiding place?
No, or perhaps there was a back door, but Wei Jin hadn't left. He wanted to watch and see what these people would say, what they would do. He wanted to see if he could successfully deceive Jiang Shu?
After Jiang Shu had emptied the pot of tea, he said apologetically, "Oops, my hand slipped!"
The corner of Su Luo's mouth twitched.
Your slip was pretty obvious.
Imagining Wei Jin being doused with a bucket of boiling water, Su Luo felt a sense of satisfaction. She raised her voice to Qing Yi and said, "Go and fetch a few more pots, lest my husband slips again!"
